1 Day of Solitude (sort of)

I went out last night, to Club Foot, with Steve, Matt, Craig, and Nate. We talked a lot about how awesome Battlestar Galactica is, and told Christmas tales. I came home around 1 a.m. and for whatever reason woke up at 6 a.m.. I couldn't fall back asleep. I even turned on the local morning news to try and knock me back out, but my brain was racing. So I decided to just get up and start my day. I reeked of Foot Smoke, which should be a trademarked brand of horrid stale smoke smell. It has permeated my flannel sheets, my coat, my nostrils. I even took an intense shower to get it off me, yet I can still smell it. I wish my friends didn't hang out there so much.

This morning I went to Toast for brunch. By myself. I've never eaten in a restaurant alone. I'm 25 (and a half!) and have never been out to eat alone. The thought of eating alone always freaked me out, but part of the New Me 2006 means trying new stuff. I had a tasty omelet and read some more Kavalier and Clay. I listened in on the conversations around me, my favorite being the cockneyed husband who pronounced tomato as tom-ah-toe and who had a child named Madison. Barf.

Now I'm free until noon when my potential new dog walker comes to meet Audrey. Then I'm going to see the Pursuit of Happyness alone. Another first! I've never been to a movie alone! Who the hell am I? I thought about seeing this movie with a friend but realized that nobody here really wants to listen to me point and exclaim "that's my dog park! that's my house! that's my neighborhood! That BART station is fake!" (it takes place in SF). So I'll go alone and say all those things to myself.

Then I'm getting dinner at some diner place called the High Dive with Nate and watching Freaks and Geeks episodes. Today should be a nice day.